Biography of Angela Wybrow
I now live in Hampshire, UK. I have been writing poetry on and off for many years and really enjoy it. I love writing about a variety of topics and am hoping that there's something for everyone.
My first collection of work, entitled 'Through My Eyes' is now available, published by United Press at the price of £3.99 plus P&P. If you would like a copy, please contact me via my Facebook page (Angela Wybrow - Writer) .
I have a Facebook page dedicated to my poetry - so please 'Like' me on Facebook!
Angela Wybrow's Works:
Through My Eyes - United Press (2011)
A Magical Menagerie (2012)
Angela Wybrow Poems
A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake Trying hard to get some sleep; But my brain is totally buzzing, So it's useless counting sheep!
When I received a letter from my Dad, Saying he didn't want to meet,
The Missing Sock
This afternoon, I had quite a big shock: I discovered that I have a missing sock! I put my socks inside the washing machine, But now one sock is nowhere to be seen.
The Colours Of My Life
You’ve brightened up my life With colours bold and bright. Black and white and grey, They graced my every day.
People love to go skating, across the ice; It may be rather chilly, but it’s just so nice. People wrapped up in coats, gloves and scarves, Share each other’s company, and also some laughs.
Hot Air Balloon
I saw a hot air balloon flying over my house: Most of the time, it was as quiet as a mouse, But, every so often, its burners suddenly roared, And higher, up into the sky, it suddenly soared.
A Spring Morning
The sky is the shade of cornflower blue; The clouds in the sky, are extremely few. Caught by the sunshine, everything glows. A fresh, cooling breeze, now gently blows.
A new life, for myself, I need to weave. I need some oxygen, so as I can breathe. From these chains, I need to break free; I need the chance just to be totally me.
There's a hag by the name of Jenny Greenteeth; Of human life, she is a well-known thief. She waits under the water of the Old Mill Pond, For an unsuspecting victim to happen along.
I’m stood here on the platform; I’m holding my mother’s hand. There are things that are going on - Things that I don’t understand.
This town is becoming like a ghost town; Many of our local shops are closing down. Once upon a time, this town was really hopping, But now people go elsewhere for their shopping.
My Favourite Things
I love lots of things in life. By many things, I'm cheered. By the time you've read the following list, you may think I'm a bit weird!
A World Without Water
Can you imagine a world without water? It would be a world which is totally altered. Rivers and streams would no longer flow. The oceans' tides wouldn't ebb to and fro.
On a gnarled piece on driftwood, This plump little bird is silently sat. It looks at me, then back at the river; It looks all around, this way and that.
Sometimes it felt like you were my only friend,
And I was so upset when it all came to an end.
When I heard the news that you had died,
I'll readily admit the fact that I cried.
Racing towards me, you didn't seem to have a second to spare.
It was almost like your life depended on you getting there.
Upon arrival at my feet, you'd promptly turn away from me,
So as I could stroke the fur on your back very gently.